If a man exists
And no one
Takes note
Of his life,
Does he exist
*At all?

Last night
As the stars caved in
And the new moon
Aged suddenly before me

He kissed me
On the forehead
Before resting in my arms

And my body
Crumbled beneath the weight
Of his heart

He whispered:

Hold hands with my mother
Tell her that I love her
Though not enough to keep me
From God

Do not lay claim on my father
It was not he
But the folly
Of his consequence

Give a kiss
To my sister
Tell her
That I'll miss her

And to hold her arms wide open
When the world comes falling down
Within her love

I could never
Love you more
Than I do
Now.

Of the things
That I'll never have -
Among them are you
And satisfaction.

The ring
Upon my finger
Imprisons my heart
In anticipation

Of the joy
That I long
To give
To you.

It is only my mind
That prevents
The danger
Of desire.

I've loved and wept
In the fragrance
Of cologne,
As it leaves your memory behind.

I've loved and wept
In autumn skies of eyes,
That free a prisoner
With hope.

And for the first time
I've thrown down my reason,
And loved you uncontrollably
Without having you at my side.

I've waged war on logic's regeme
And won with the rebellious spirit
Of the French
Kiss.

Imagination conceived
In a gaze.
A life of happiness passes
With the coy flutter
Of an eyelash.

And I could never
Love you more
Than I do
Now.

As the reflection
Of independence
Fades away
In your footsteps

As wandering eyes
Remind me
Where my home
Will be.

As reason and fear
Eradicate
The wrongs
Of the quick-thinking movements
Of my heart.

I could never
Love you more
Than I do
Now.